Tim's Game

TIM TIM COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE,
I KNOW YOU'RE THERE, COME OUT,
That sorrowful voice, so full of pain,
Rings out playfully across the playground,
He doesn't know where you are,
He just hopes beyond hope you're there.

As we walk home that night,
He asks me why you hid from him,
I try not to make him cry,
I can't tell him you're gone,
I can't let him fall apart,
I know why, but he can't.

At school the following day,
He hunts high and low looking for you,
He can't imagine why you're ignoring him,
He sulks and cries for you to come to school,
I can't break his heart and hurt him,
But how can i hide your secret.

Yellow, pink, blue and red,
I see these colors and think,
Why so many bright things,
We're mourning a lost friend,
Then I think you were only 8,
Just a tiny child.

For weeks and weeks after,
He writes,
"TIM'S WINDOW" upon all the windows,
He's finally come to accept,
You're not coming back,
The pain on his face barely concealed.

TIM, TIM COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE
I KNOW YOU'RE THERE, COME OUT,
No longer rings out across the playground,
Just his long deep mournful cries,
He longs to play another round,
Of Tim's Game

This is dedicated to TIM R.I.P

© Mark Coates 2005